A Request, An Echoing Call

Before Ali's son charged towards the enemy fleet Where destiny and Hussain finally meet Before Hussain gave Yazid his defeat

He gave a request, an echoing call Time will not forget The earth still recalls

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone that will help me?" … In the back of the room Wine bottles glistening People talk a lot But nobody's listening

Everyone seems to run their mouth and talk the talk But no one really knows anymore how to walk Big brother watches over our mosques like a hawk Kids turning faithless Values decreasing of our most precious stock

Everyone wants to live the American dream Children of immigrants, the emigrating cream Running from poverty, and oppressive regimes Came to get wealth, hopefuls of the dollar scheme In a place harmoniously tuned to one single theme Here, money is power and our God is green The most wealthy people tend to reign supreme Even the good fish are caught in the current stream

Stitch up your heart and put it away Grab a hold of your brother that's going astray Be the light to his soul in his time of dismay Worshipper of God, so put the mercy on display

I'm just trying to help out in this time of need Trying to put out drugs in this time of weed Trying to help the youth while leaders mislead Trying to bandage hurt in an Ummah that bleeds Trying to show my friends how we can succeed I'm not aiming for records, I'm aiming to exceed

Let me take away your sorrow, and show you a better tomorrow We'll pray for our mistakes today, and we can forget yesterday …. They say Fatemah comes on Ashura And cries for her son She does not cry for what was done She does not cry for the battle won Hussain had seventy two companions Since Karbala he's had none

Like the people of Kufa We call Hussain then we run She asks for Hussain's allegiance We give her nothing in return We cry about the massacre But the ideology we shun …

We bow to the devil

To the devil we pray

Our cities are leveled

Our towns in disarray

Yes, the Zionist witch cooks souls in her stew She keeps tamed Arabs at her UN zoo Whatever her will is they will subdue

When she gets frustrated they all turn blue … Ali's son is in prostration and the enemies surround The angles weep along with seventy two immortals in the ground The sinner sharpens his sword for the sin most profound

As Hussain is approached now by Lucifer's hound Zainab cries from her dune and it's a cry well renown 'Till this day you can hear her cry's echoing sound

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone that will help my brother? Is there anyone that will help the brother of Hassan? Is there anyone that will help the son of Ali, Sole victor of Khayber? Is there anyone that will help the son of Fatema from getting murdered? Is there anyone that will help the apple of the Prophet's eyes from getting slaughtered?

Oh, have you no shame? have you no shame? Oh, have you no shame?" … Have we any shame? Hundreds of years later… We are still playing games Imam after Imam perished… Our ways are still the same Repeating worthless excuses… And those excuses are lame … Before Ali's son charged towards the enemy fleet Where destiny and Hussain finally meet Before Hussain gave Yazid his defeat

He gave a request, an echoing call Time will not forget The earth still recalls

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone that will help me?" … It is said, "Every day is Ashura, and every land is Karbala."

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"Hussain (as) had seventy two companions, since Karbala, he has had none." The truth of that statement should put us to shame. <br /><br />MashAllah, brother. InshAllah your words will encourage hearts to awaken.